Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Bertrange. Man, what a rollercoaster! So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up the local bakery on Rue de la Gare. Best croissants ever! I grab one, and it’s like a buttery cloud of happiness. But then, BAM! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and the baker’s just chuckling. Thanks, dude. Real supportive.
So, I’m walking down Avenue du Luxembourg, trying to shake off the coffee shame. I see this cute little park, Parc de Bertrange. I’m like, “Let’s take a breather.” I plop down on a bench, and guess what? A squirrel decides I’m its new best friend. It’s literally inches from my face, staring me down. I’m like, “Bro, back off!” But it just twitches its little nose. I’m half-expecting it to ask for my croissant.
Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of cyclists zooming by on Rue des Alliés. Like, chill, guys! It’s not the Tour de France! I’m just trying to enjoy my squirrel moment here. But nah, they’re all decked out in spandex, looking like they own the road. I’m over here in my coffee-stained shirt, feeling like a total loser.
After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Rue de la Libération. Fresh produce, right? I’m all about that healthy life. I grab some apples, and this lady next to me starts chatting. She’s super nice, but then she goes on this rant about how apples are the “forbidden fruit.” I’m like, “Lady, chill. It’s just an apple.” But she’s all deep and philosophical. I’m just trying to figure out if I should get the red or green one.
Finally, I’m like, “I gotta get outta here.” So, I head to the train station. I’m thinking, “Let’s get outta Bertrange for a bit.” But guess what? Train’s delayed. Of course it is! I’m stuck there, scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself. I see a meme about squirrels. I laugh, then remember my squirrel buddy from earlier.
While I’m waiting, I see this kid drop his ice cream. It’s like slow-mo. The ice cream hits the ground, and the kid’s face is pure horror. I’m dying inside, but I can’t help it. I’m laughing. The mom’s not amused, though. She’s giving me the death stare. Sorry, lady! It’s just ice cream!
Finally, the train arrives, and I’m like, “Thank you, sweet baby Jesus!” I hop on, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a dude who smells like old cheese and a lady who’s blasting music from her phone. I’m just trying to survive, ya know?
As we roll outta Bertrange, I look out the window. The scenery’s beautiful. Green hills, cute houses, and all that jazz. I’m feeling a bit sentimental. Like, Bertrange, you crazy little town, you’ve given me a day to remember.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of spills, squirrels, and unexpected moments. I’m exhausted but kinda happy. Bertrange, you wild ride! Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.